My sister hard boiled two dozen eggs to color for easter, then promptly left town and forgot them at home. She called me to go get them so her house wasn't rancid when she came home. I, being a moron, just ate the last couple pickles out of the jar and stuffed hard boiled eggs into the old pickle juice. It wasn't terrible, but it certainly wasn't good. Probably the most memorable thing about the whole ordeal was the farts. Godawful gas straight from the bowels of satan himself. It was horribly funny at the start, but was not funny at work. Good luck, glad I could help.